Roxanna Bennett's Blog

In Which People Say Nice Things To Me And I Ask You To Vote For A Thing

Lookee here: over at The Puritan a very lovely and talented woman asked me four questions and I gave her so many words it took her months to edit it into a coherent post. In the future I will post the entire exchange here because it amused me greatly. This:     The phenomenally talented […]

2014 in review

The WordPress.com stats helper monkeys prepared a 2014 annual report for this blog. Here’s an excerpt: The concert hall at the Sydney Opera House holds 2,700 people. This blog was viewed about 9,500 times in 2014. If it were a concert at Sydney Opera House, it would take about 4 sold-out performances for that many […]

Let’s Make a Deal

If you ever want to feel truly insignificant, accomplish a life goal, especially if your goal is publishing a book of poetry. No one will care except for the two hours your friends are forced to sit through you slurring your way through a reading after they’ve kindly loaded you up on tequila. Yes, my […]

Nobody Told Me

One of you should have warned me. You have ONE JOB internet, and that's to spoil all things whether it's movie endings or books or the news. Nobody told me Margaret Atwood books have morphed as she's grown as a writer into tomes full of generations of people. I don't need a generation. I just want one person. I don't need letters or news clippings or epigraphs. Just give me a story.

I had borrowed Alias, Grace from the library on my iPad and thus didn't realize this book was a million pages long. I was quite satisfied with the ending at the end of page 342 but that was just the first in a long line of subsequent endings. It's like the Spielberg movie of books; it ends but keeps on going. Now I'm reading Blind Assassin. Cool title! Not enough Blind Assassins. Too many people talking about food they ate in the Twenties. It's not that these books are bad, they aren't, they're just sooooo long and I'm not sure that all the padding adds anything to the story. You can burn me for a witch but I don't care. Songs shouldn't be more than 4 minutes, movies shouldn't ever be longer than two and a half hours, and books, unless they were written by dead Russians or Mervyn Peake, shouldn't be more than 450 pages, tops. MAX.

Preface to Eating the Night Whole

Originally posted on A-Minor:
by Stevie Edwards ? No answer, but the body still asks ?????????????????????????What have you done? as it hinges toward a new decade of knowing the bloodhound it carries, fang and fantasy, is not a pet that can be put down per se but an abiding beast that prowls in the too…

A Very Teenaged Last Year

Originally posted on A-Minor:
by Roxanna Bennett ? Heartbroken, fucked up. Orpheus too, not only for you, but all species, possibly stones. If stones speak to you don’t talk back.They put you in the hospital for that, and then nothing. I feel fine about this. It’s easier to not ? have to make the decision…

BOOK DEAL NEWS!

Originally posted on Rolli Stuff:
From Publisher’s Marketplace: ? September 17, 2014 – KABUNGO by Rolli International rights: Canada Children’s Rolli’s KABUNGO, about a pair of hilariously mismatched friends and their adventures – pitched as reminiscent in tone to Pippi Longstocking if she were created by Roald Dahl – with b&w line illustrations throughout, to…

Reluctance Is the Word, poem by Sonja Johanson (Celebrity Free Verse Poetry Series)

Originally posted on Silver Birch Press:
RELUCTANCE IS THE WORD by Sonja Johanson I can’t be seen weeping. We’re talking in a world where people are dodging bullets, having their nails pulled out – one is never really certain. All I’ve got is a manual for living with defeat, song that operates on so many levels,…

I will write past the page that occasions my end, poem by J.R. McConvey (Celebrity Free Verse Poetry Series)

Originally posted on Silver Birch Press:
I will write past the page that occasions my end by J.R. McConvey age happened speculative, fiction more than half human improved in some ways backwards in look and then state by state things are more open clamping down on anything overall just a person a year and a…

I am the Bride, poem by Trish Hopkinson (Celebrity Free Verse Poetry Series)

Originally posted on Silver Birch Press:
I am the Bride by Trish Hopkinson When I really like a girl I call her ”kiddo.” I am a loner, the way I talk with my hands [laughing] like Elvis Presley on crack, all right? You get comfortable with your own company— read, listen to music . .…